no courtesy of goodbye.
and all i hear, is the sound of my failing heart.
the heart that once beat for you.
the one that you made skip.
i've already missed you.
no one person could ever stretch the extremes of emotions;
of happy highs to depressing lows.
you've done it all, only you.
perhaps, i never had you.
not the you that only i saw and see.
yet why am i blaming, me?
i need the beach soon.
i need to get away.
somewhere, someplace.
some unknown.
so i can be as alone as i feel.
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